Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.